Chapter 325: Sweat, Magic Grandma!

Warriors are warriors, monks are monks; even if one can jump two stories high, they still can’t fly or fire light beams from their bare hands.

Though I don’t know what “fifty-million-turn qi energy” or “anti-gravity realm” means, conversely, if this is magic, then it aligns with Flllyon’s long-held understanding.

So… what exactly is magic?

Different worlds have different theories: for instance, in a moon world dominated by fungi, magic is a direct path to the root, while ordinary sorcery requires magical circuits—no different from meridians and internal force in wuxia novels.

As for other classic theories—such as the mana web, elemental magic, or the connection between the small source within the human body and the great source of heaven and earth—they too are considered traditional.

But compared to these traditionalists, Flllyon has taken a unique and rare path, which Jia Ji calls the Reformist school.

Flllyon is clearly not a traditional mage; in her world, classes shouldn’t be judged by combat power or tiers, but as deck-building—some cards serve as output, others as defense, and some as engine or cost.

Warriors are brute numerical values; mages play mechanics—but those mechanics often end up becoming numerical due to certain reasons.

Because the foundation of magic in their world still relies on mana, every mage has a mana fluctuation—but even more important than that is another element: imagination!

Like some damn shōjo magical girl anime, if you believe you can cut, you cut; if you believe you can analyze, you analyze; if you think it’s possible, it’s possible—entirely summed up in one phrase:

—“Belief is your magic!”

Yet most mages maintain a calm, still mind—even when witnessing the death of loved ones, partners, or friends, they remain absolutely composed in battle; Jia Ji wonders if everyone among them knows the Ice Heart Scripture and chants “Mind as ice-cold, heaven falling without shock” during meditation.

It’s not that this is bad—staying calm in battle is crucial—but in a mind-based world, doing this removes… unpredictability.

It creates a phenomenon—

If you can’t beat them, you absolutely cannot beat them.

If you can’t imagine defeating your opponent, you will inevitably lose.

It’s a mind-based world, yet no one believes they can suddenly breakthrough in the heat of battle, that they themselves can overcome despair…

Perhaps such beings are what true heroes are—but mages are not among them.

Compared to their magic, Northern Dipper Fist is far more mind-based; Jia Ji has pushed his will to its absolute limit—not once, but many times—breaking through his limits to turn defeat into victory, or the Northern Dipper brothers, blessed by fate and destiny, surge their power to unimaginable heights through awakening.

So if this isn’t magic (fist art), then what is?

“Want to learn? I’ll teach you.”

What Jia Ji intends to do isn’t to teach Flllyon any specific technique or fist style, but to instill a mindset—

“If something helps you fight, believe in it.”

“Believe! Belief needs no reason!”

But the millennia Flllyon has lived aren’t empty—she already has her own style; stirring her emotions into a Rexue shōnen manga mode isn’t necessarily good or bad—it needs a balanced approach.

She must be able to crush opponents with numerical superiority in normal times, yet never fall into despair when all options are exhausted.

“Hmm… first, let’s see just how strong your magical impact is…”

Jia Ji thought for a moment and coined a novel term—“Magical Impact!”

Everyone in this world assumes anything unscientific is damn nonsense, pure bullshit—but they don’t know there’s something called “Magical Impact”—oh, wait, wrong setting.

The “Magical Impact” I’m referring to now is merely a term I just thought up, to measure the power of magic or any other energy attack.

Using the advanced AI Terra Heart for calculation and measurement, estimate Flllyon’s normal magical power output.

“Hit that.”

Jia Ji pointed at a target at random.

The elf girl nodded, understanding his meaning.

She raised her staff; visible pure white light gathered at its tip, then shot forward at a speed barely trackable by a martial artist.

—“Basic Attack Magic”

Originally developed by the “Corrupt Sage” Gual as the world’s first piercing magic, “Killing Magic,” capable of breaking through human defensive spells and magic-resistant gear.

During Gual’s 75-year imprisonment, mages across the continent—including Flllyon—studied and analyzed it, integrating it into human systems; later, Flllyon built upon it to develop “Slaying Magic.”

Due to its short casting time, fast cooldown, high power, and numerous practical advantages, it became a mandatory basic spell for every mage—but “basic” doesn’t mean weak; it actually allows more objective strength measurement.

“Boom————”

A massive, charred trench tore through the earth, leaving a trail dozens of meters long, then slammed unrelentlessly into the “hard target,” sending up a cloud of dust.

“Magical Impact: six thousand.”

Rao slowly lowered his slightly blackened palm, his face showing mild surprise—as if taken aback by the power of this “cannon shot.”

The straight trench before him sharply bent, split apart by his right hand placed before him, like light reflected by a flat mirror, splitting into two V-shaped paths flying outward.

When it comes to targets, what’s tougher, more durable, more real-time, and more efficient than the body of a Northern Dipper Fist heir?

Don’t think six thousand is low—the latest and most advanced Tera Federation’s Apocalypse Tank’s main cannon can barely reach two digits; Flllyon achieved this with a casual strike, a hundred times stronger.

“Well?”

Jia Ji looked at Rao.

“A promising talent.”

This piercing magic, capable of penetrating nearly all monsters’ bodies except [Dragon], only slightly numbed Rao’s palm; after Flllyon involuntarily gave him the same “disgusted” look as Heta, the elder of the Northern Dipper clan shook his head again, studying Flllyon closely.

“But her body is too fragile… she could become much stronger.”

How strong is Flllyon’s physical body?

The stronger one’s mana, the more resilient and resistant they become—but this has limits; elves, as the archetype of delicacy, generally don’t have the sturdy frames of dwarves.

“I also know basic martial arts.”

The silver-haired elf sheathed her staff, sensing something, speaking slightly faster.

I came here to learn magic—what are you planning?

Jia Ji, Rao, Ken Shi Lang—all present—sounded as if they’d heard a hilarious joke, bursting into laughter.

“Basic… hahaha…”

“We’re being underestimated!”

“Bring it! I’ll train her!”

All sorts of heated (questionable) gazes turned toward Flllyon, who now looked shrunk into a tiny, flat doll.

Let it be clear: practicing fist arts won’t turn girls into giants; inheritors of Lan Shan Red Fist or Southern Dipper Jade Fist are unmistakably beautiful women.

So…

Sweat, Magic Grandma!

(End of Chapter)